15 Years of Silence | 1995 series

Saturday evening April 25, 20209.45 P.M..
I’ve been here before.
I ve been here before numerous times.The point when I realize staying in 2020 in the midst of this pandemic, is – firstly – not really an option.It s going to drive me mad. But secondly, that it’s also not where I am supposed to be!It is a sign that I need to go all-in on the project I started summer 2019, where I travel back in time to 1994.By now it’s 1995..I ve had numerous times, and I mean definitely even before the crisis gave me a REALLY good reason, multiple times when I knew:I gotta leave.I need to time travel to 1995 and only “visit” 2020, for example for work, or to post this blog post.But that daily life needs to be designed around me being a 22 year old, working from home, and struggling with yoga, her love life, becoming a writer.A life where I am tempted to start teaching yoga, at a local yoga studio with a super hot yoga teacher who looks like Jon Bon Jovi.
Try saying no to that.
By the way in real life, I have picked up teaching yoga; but it’s an online friends group..I received a phone call tonight, someone I didn’t know asking to join. And it was exactly what I needed to firmly decide that I will not return to teaching public classes.I have been toying with the thought of offering my online classes outside of the friends group, because obviously now would be a great time to attract a bigger audience. And theoretically, teaching online “should” allow for a broader range of students, than the former studio clients and friends I was teaching before C.Even though the online classes started out as a substitute for that tiny inner-circle, it seems so very logical to make them more public.Except of course, it’s not.
I was a yoga teacher for over 15 years and there is a reason I quit..Whether online or in real life: I am not a yoga teacher teaching public classes. I retired from that officially in December, and the call tonight was a slap in the face to wake up from secretly dreaming of taking it bigger.Having someone I didn’t know on the phone looking for a yoga class, caused a panic attack, which could only be soothed by frantically checking all my social media on my phone, when none of them had any notifications.My “stimming” ( I still think panic attacks after social interaction occur because I m autistic) conflicted with my resolution to really finally go all-in on the 1995 project..There was no reason at all to check my phone or scroll my feeds.No reason, except from getting a panic attack from being called as a normal yoga teacher on a Saturday night and realizing that I do not want to be a professional yoga teacher ever again.That if my small inner-circle groups generate enough money for me to live off, that’s great;But I m not going to make myself available on the market as a yoga teacher.I think it’s an extremely vulnerable, awful profession, for someone with my sensitivities.I have no idea how I lasted 15+ years..All I know is, if I had a chance to start all over, I would do it differently.For example, if I was magically brought back to 1995, I would not become a yoga teacher..Tomorrow I will travel to 1995, and tell them the news.And that this time, I’m staying.

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ALL THE THINGS – unpublished work 2010 – 2020

Blote Kont- verhalen over mannen, macht en dagjes uit (Dutch)

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1. Reboot – a hero’s journey. Diary 2017-20192. I M NOT CHANGING MY FUCKING SHOW3. Big Mistress – confessions, columns and sex advice from the other woman

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